The muncher For: darya you came for food, always hungry you test all the food over the table and looking for sushi, after eating food and drinking few shots you get on the table and dance.
Let me be jealous and bitter when my younger friends receive the medical attention I require and have required for multiple years, in a month. Let me be jealous and bitter when I see people with —for the lack of a better description— white families receive the care and support I couldn’t dream of, only and only due to the location of my birth. Let me be jealous and bitter and angry when I have to sit back and observe as people around me get things I, too, deserve, but will never get when I most need it.
